The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

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In Stark's villa, Stark is constantly operating the 3D projection in front of him.

Shown above is the profile of Peter Parker, from birth to the present day. Well, the information on the surface.

"This child's academic performance is not bad. It's a bit like me." Stark casually flipped through Peter Parker's grade points and said with a smile, "Oh? This child's parents are still CIA people, and now they are with him. Uncles live together."

Stark flipped through Peter Parker's information, but didn't find the information he was looking for, and asked Jarvis somewhat seductively, "Is that all? Didn't the kid say he is Spider-Man?"

While at church, Stark noticed the kid who was eating with him, he knew the old fox Norman Osborn's son's classmate, and the kid told Angelo that he was Spider-Man.

Spider-Man, this name is so low in one day! Moreover, isn't this obviously plagiarizing his Iron Man's name?

After a few seconds of processing by Jarvis, the voice came from the speaker, "Sir, sorry, I didn't find any information about Spider-Man."

Stark tapped a few times with his fingers on the table in annoyance. Even though Jarvis is now a normal adult in all aspects of intelligence, he still can't deal with some vague problems. to normal people.

This reminded Stark of Angelo's Iron Stone Demon armor, and he hesitated whether to let Angelo use a spell on Jarvis to turn Jarvis into a tough guy.

But when he thought about the torment Hardbatian brought him at that time, he couldn't help but gave a shudder, and finally gave up the idea.

If Jarvis turned into a tough guy, he'd probably be driven mad.

"Jarvis."

"Sir, I am here."

"Then find out all the recent information about superpowers and superheroes in New York City, then filter out the information about me, Angelo and other known people, and show me the rest." Stark Ordered Jarvis with simple logic.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." Jarvis's voice sounded, and then he was immersed again.

Soon, the material of Peter Parker appeared on the projection in front of Stark, this time it was no longer the recorded material,

but a video.

In the video, a man in a red hood saves a woman from a robber, and then shoots a spider silk from her wrist to leave the surveillance scene.

The next video is of this red hooded figure rescuing an innocent passerby from the muzzle of a gangster...

The figure in the video is the little spider that Stark saw in the church today - Peter Parker. Although the face cannot be seen with the hood, but according to the comparison between the person in the video and Peter Parker, yes, it is him.

Although Peter Parker did not do anything earth-shattering enough to shock the world, he saved many innocent people from gangsters and gangsters.

"Well..." Stark looked at the little spider in the video, pondered for a while, and said, "Superhuman strength, can breathe spider silk, and seems to be able to sense danger in advance..."

It seems that Peter Parker should be similar to Steve's kind of enhanced man, the only difference may be that he can use spider silk to assist attacks...

"Jarvis, help me prepare a car, I'm going to talk to this kid after waking up." Stark instructed Jarvis.

Jarvis rang stiffly, "Sir, would you like to contact Mr. Norman Osborn first, he called you."

Stark wanted to refuse, but he thought about it, and said to Jarvis, "Okay, Jarvis, get me in, help me contact Pepper, and tell her that I want to help Steve here. Sue the Pentagon and have the legal team prepare the materials."

"Okay, sir."

Jarvis answered Norman Osborn's call.

…

In Hell's Kitchen, in Angelo's Church.

Little Gary and Nick have gone to the backyard for class, and Skye has also gone to the underground laboratory, not knowing what to do with the supercomputer.

There were only three big men left in the hall: Angelo, Steve, and Frank.

Angelo sat in the hall, holding the little bone dragon and looking left and right, until his eyes made the little bone dragon look straight, and he twisted uncomfortably in his hand.

"Frank, Steve, are you interested in fishing for turtles with me?" Angelo asked the two of them, reaching out and throwing the small bone dragon into a large wine vat that had been prepared beside Ao.

As soon as it entered the wine jar, the little bone dragon could not wait to swim in the wine jar.

From the psychological shadow at the beginning, until now, after just three "bath" experiences, Xiaogulong completely fell in love with this project.

Come to think of it, the predecessor of Xiaogulong must have been a VIP user of Bath City before he died. Otherwise, how could this habit be passed on to Xiaogulong after it was resurrected.

"Turtle fishing?" Steve was stunned for a moment. "There are only turtles in New York, right? Why are you in such a mood to go to the beach?"

"No!" Angelo smiled and shook his head, "We don't go fishing at the beach, we go fishing in the sewers!"

Steve suddenly realized, "What are you talking about...the four turtle monsters that Norman Osborn said today that he met yesterday?"

"No, that's not a turtle monster, I'd rather call them... the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" Angelo didn't say a word, but he had already pulled out Frank from the bar, who would kill you three thousand, and hurriedly reached out his hand to stop him, "No way, No way, Frank, we're here to fish for turtles, not to blast those four little turtles to pieces."

Although Norman Osborn said that the shells of the four tortoises are bulletproof, it is not a concept to be bulletproof and to be able to resist a shot that will kill you 3,000! If you are shot by this thing, the four little turtles will definitely be beaten into a piece of meat!

Frank looked at Angelo with puzzled eyes. Although he didn't understand, he still put the three thousand in his hand back to the bar.

After being in the church for such a period of time, maybe it was influenced by the atmosphere in the church, maybe it was because his son Nick was resurrected by Angelo, and the hostility in Frank had subsided a lot, and even the eyes he looked at people were no longer like It was like before, no matter who looked at it, it was like looking at a pool of dead pork.

At least, when looking at the people in the church, the eyes have eased a lot. It's finally a bit human.

"Do you know where they are?" Steve reached out and pulled the shield out of the bar, "Is my shield okay? I think Norman Osborn and his son were beaten badly. "

Angelo shook his head first, then nodded again, "No problem, you can bring your shield, Frank, you can also bring a few ordinary guns, there are some in the warehouse in the backyard, you can pick them up. ."

"I don't know where they are, but I can ask them to come to me on their own initiative." Angelo smiled mysteriously and glanced at the little bone dragon who was "bathing". "That's what it's all about."

Saying that, Angelo pointed to the big wine vat.

"Wine jar?" Steve's brows furrowed.

"Yes, strictly speaking, it is the wine in the wine jar." Angelo smiled and took the little bone dragon out of the wine jar.

The little bone dragon reluctantly looked at a wine vat, and then, under Angelo's gaze, ran to the backyard in a hurry.

Today, after hearing Norman Osborn talk about what happened last night, Angelo had some guesses.

Norman Osborn is not a Tang monk. If he eats it, he will live forever. Where can there be so many monsters and monsters to kill him. Moreover, after the four little turtles told about the Osborn father and son and the little spider Peter being brought down, they did not Killing them, this also shows that it is definitely not something that Norman Osborn has done to his conscience.

These four little turtles took the bathing wine of the small bone dragon, mostly out of convenience. This bottle of wine is no different from ordinary wine, and it is not even a good wine. The only difference is that this wine has been soaked in the keel.

Although I don't know what caused the four little turtles to attack Osborn and others, it doesn't matter, just find them by themselves!

Just ask face to face and you'll know.

"Let's go." Angelo reached out and put away the wine jar placed in the hall. "If it goes well, we should be back before dinner."

At this time, Frank also carried a machine gun in his hand, a rifle on his back, a Desert Eagle pistol in his leg, and an exaggerated bullet chain on his body and walked back from the backyard.

The most outrageous thing is that Frank even put on his body armor! Those four little turtles didn't even have guns, only cold weapons!

Angelo: Very good, at first glance it is my own person, a patient with severe fear of insufficient firepower! ...But to deal with four little turtles, at most one big mouse is added. Is this necessary? Beware of animal protection associations suing you for animal cruelty!

Steve looked at Frank's extremely sturdy equipment, couldn't help but shook his head slightly after being stunned.

"Oh, man, is this necessary?" Angelo asked Frank in disbelief.

In the end, Frank just replied coolly, "Be prepared!"

After speaking, he took big steps and walked towards the outside of the church.

Angelo shook his head and didn't stop him. Frank must have a different hobby. I hope that the little turtles can get to know each other by then, otherwise I'm afraid they will really become dead turtles.

Reaching out to put the wine jar into the space backpack, Angelo and Steve followed out the door.

The three got on the big G parked at the door, Angelo started the car and drove to the suburbs of New York.

When he was in the church just now, he had checked the urban planning map of New York City on his mobile phone. In the depths of Hell's Kitchen, near the sea, there was a drain that had been abandoned for many years and was used to discharge sewage into the sea. There's access to New York City's sewer system.

The destination was not far from Angelo's church. Soon the three of them arrived at the location marked on the map. After getting out of the car, Angelo took a general look at the surrounding environment.

It is close to the seaside, not the kind of sandy and sunny coast of tourist attractions, but a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere spread everywhere.

There are still many cement blocks left on the beach after the ebb tide of the sea. The origin of these cement blocks is self-evident.

Angelo also mourned for three seconds in front of these cement blocks in his heart.

But when Angelo saw the hole on the side of the cliff, he couldn't help frowning.

The location of this drainage outlet was built long ago when New York was established. But then gradually people discovered that the sewage had to be treated before it could be discharged into the sea, and the sewage outlet was abandoned and all treated by the sewage plant.

The drain on the cliff has been idle for so many years, and the iron fence blocking the drain has long been rusted. This is not only the most important, but the most important thing is that even after so many years of idling, the sewage and debris left over many years ago have long dried up and solidified on the ground.

Although he couldn't smell it for a long time, Angelo felt nauseated when he saw the pollutants in that place.

"Let's go," Frank glanced at the sewage outlet, reached out to untie the rope on his body, and went to the top of the cliff to fix the rope. "Fortunately, I brought the rope."

Steve also hung his shield on the straps behind his back, tightened his clothes and walked over.

Seeing that the two of them didn't care about the dirt, Angelo looked at the two of them in disbelief.

Angelo had no choice but to summon his own bone armor, wrapping his body tightly, so that no water leaked, and followed the two of them and climbed down the rope.

After actually entering the hole, the pipe is spacious, and it is no problem to put two SUVs side by side.

There is no sewage on the ground, but the water stains on the pipes can prove the use of the place.

After walking to a clean ground, Angelo released the white bone armor on his body and let out a sigh of relief.

The bad road along the way just now really made people feel bad, but fortunately there is no peculiar smell here.

"Okay, guys, we can just stay here. I believe that maybe after a while, the four little turtles will find themselves."

Angelo said, took out the bath tub of Xiaogulong, and even poured the wine inside down the pipe!

Steve looked at Angelo's "excessive and wasteful" behavior with some heartache. These are all green dollars!

A $10,000 glass of wine! It was just poured into the abandoned sewer! If sold to Daniel, UU reading www.uukanshu. This tank can sell for at least a million dollars!

Although, he also saw it with his own eyes, this thing is just the bath water of the little bone dragon...

After Angelo finished dumping, he thought about it, and took out three folding chairs from his space backpack, giving each to Frank and Steve.

"Sit and wait."

If it wasn't for the sewer, perhaps Angelo would still be in the mood to wait here for the four little turtles, take out the oven, and have a BBQ.

And somewhere in the sewers of New York City, an underground base occupies an abandoned pipeline, and five figures dangle in the base.

"Michelangelo! Stand up for me! You started chasing someone's truck, and now you're taking their wine back! Is that what I taught you?"

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